Maturing Stories

Werewolf mate bond fantasy romance.

One mistake, one misstep, and suddenly it's all anyone remembers. The triumphs, the struggles, the person we once were - all overshadowed by a single flaw. We're defined by our mistakes, not our merits. And in a world that weighs our errors more heavily than our achievements, it's no wonder we strive for perfection. But what if we could rewrite the narrative? What if we could learn to see ourselves beyond the mistakes, and find freedom in our imperfections? ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED²⁵

Musical students from across the world have been requested to join the C.C Camp of Music. Alice, was incredibly keen to go... so over the next few months she packed up and went...she knew it was going to be far better than the life she had lived so far.... original oc x composers fluff, smut, romance, teacher-student relationships. original oc. Classical Composers. Depression warning and possible suicidal thoughts. neglect. trigger warnings.

An ongoing collection of poetry from the heart and mind entangling together with the web of lies, and the heated lust that can come with love. Taking the steps into struggle shakes the legs to the bone, and stepping back out is tougher than shifting the heart. These poems will try to help to aid those who are trying to take that step back, take that step forward or try to stand still.

Jacob is the captain of a transport that sometimes makes his living smuggling. One night after a good run, he meets a young runaway named Maggie. He allows her to stay with him over the objections of her parents. Follow his adventures transporting cargoes to and fro with this young lady in tow.

These are simple monologues and quiet thoughts - fragments of honesty I've carried in silence. They come from moments of doubt, comfort, longing, and quiet reflection. I've gathered them here, not because they are extraordinary, but because they are mine. In sharing them, I hope they reach someone-even just one person-who might relate, or at least feel less alone in their quiet struggles. This book isn't about answers. It's about presence. And maybe, just maybe, a bit of comfort in knowing that someone else feels the same.

This is a look back on the first 14 years of my life, describing each year in a short series of words. The title eyes, comes from my twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth years, when staying alive was particularly challenging, and I spent a lot of time with my eyes closed, envisioning what it would be like for the people around me if I did in fact choose to kill myself.

"Am I over you?.." "Apparently not with all these mixed emotions your showing"

A teenage girl named Marlene, lives at home with her family. In time she realizes how artificial and fake their lives are. Marlene has many dreams in which she tries to reach her family, especially her mother, and get her out of her fake life. While awake, she tries to touch the real person behind her mother's exterior. Eventually she leaves the home and at the end of the story makes a shocking discovery. The story is General Fiction, but has elements of horror and fantasy.

Teenage years aren't supposed to be peaceful, but Georgia can't help but feel like everything is crashing down on her as her mom announces she's getting married. Cover by @wafflesxberries

This book isn't here to save you. It might not even help you. If anything, it'll probably hurt - because the truth usually does. These pages are filled with the thoughts you ignore. The feelings you numb. The shit we all feel but no one admits. It's not inspiring. It's not "healing." It's just real. It's for the nights you feel disgusting in your own skin. For when you ruin things on purpose and don't know why. For the days you wish someone would just ask if you're okay - and mean it. This isn't about getting better. It's about understanding why you feel worse. It's about naming the pain so it stops owning you in silence. If you're tired of pretending, of performing, of being strong for everyone else - this is for you. You might not feel lighter after this. But you'll finally feel seen.

What would the world be if they didn't see color? It would be a kind, loving and perfect world. I believe that people of mixed races should be more accepted for who they are and not be judged because they are mixed. Who are you, and where are you from? I am a dandelion blowing in the wind, going with the flow of life. I am from reading books that don't always have happy endings. I am from taking forever to do my natural hair to make it look decent for society. I am from my parent's endless support and love. I am an overthinker who lets my thoughts run my mind. I am from trying my best and never seeing any progress. I am from a family that loves to spend time together. I am from learning the mistakes I've made. Having the knowledge of this changed the aspect of my identity at a young age. My identity does not mean my exterior appearance, yet aims towards my interior self. As a human being, the traits that you have should test how you appear in life, not your race, ethnicity, religion, sexuality, how you look, or even your gender. I think it is sad that people's mindsets are the reason why there is so much hate in the world. When will it end? I do not know. It is as if people have an illness. Their mind has a disease that has spread uncontrollably. The deadly disease is called racism, and the cure is a combination of love and respect for others.

‼️‼️- none of these poems or writings belong to me! these are the ones i found all over the place and wanted them to come to one. enjoy all these beautiful words put in one <3

A complicated drama bl, with another boy band. Akari & his friends formed a boyband 2 years ago and they're just starting to get really popular. It's about their friendship, figuring out who you are, life lessons, rock music, love and emotions. I'd say this story is quite angsty and the story line will be very interesting. Enjoy reading! 💗

A random poem I wrote in the middle of the night about how the universe brought two souls together who experience what it's like to soon become strangers again. Signs of heartbreak, self-growth, and inspiration as they try to navigate the world with gratitude for the time they shared.

This is about those in the background who go unnoticed. Most of the time they aren't quiet shadows, they mean something to someone, they just choose to have a smaller circle of friends. It's also about that transition, realization and change of going from being king or queen of your own kingdom and castle to a little fish in a very big sea... enjoy :)

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A hauntingly tender story of first love, distance, and the long journey home to yourself. Maeve Adams never meant to disappear. Not from her friends. Not from him. Ten years after Maeve Adams vanished from her hometown without a word, she returns for a quiet reunion at the diner booth where everything once began-and fell apart. In the flickering light of old memories, she faces him again-the boy who sent a message too late, the boy who loved her in silence. But the years have changed them. It's about coming back to a place not for answers, but to finally say the things that should have been said.

In a land where sorrow takes root like a sickness, even hope can wither. Liora has always carried her crown of wheat with pride-a symbol of kindness, courage, and the strength she believes lies within her. But as whispers of a long-forgotten evil seep back into the world, her crown begins to crumble, and so too does her certainty of who she is meant to be. Drawn into a journey across villages swallowed by silence, fields turned to ash, and dreams haunted by visions of a man both noble and broken, Liora and her companions must search for answers. Unseen and yet always near, the Mourning King waits. A terrible shadow that feeds on grief, twisting lives into silence and despair. His hand lies over every ruined place, though his true face remains hidden. As Liora's path unravels, she must learn whether her light is her own or only a mask of pride. Because in the end, it is not only the fate of kingdoms at stake, but the choice of whether sorrow defines them...or whether they define themselves.